When Good Wives Go Bad: A Revenge Story

ut." My mother-in-law, Debra, constantly

I was used to it, but her relentless criticism and reckless interference-

reech of tires and the deafening roar of a semi-truck. The impact was a brutal

aze, I heard

thew, panicking, but asking, "Mom, are you okay?" Not me. And then, Anthony' s ch

, watching me bleed out,

agonizing than the crash itself. My li

ing wheel. "Debra, please, just let me drive..." The words t

w, I had a second chance. This time, I would be the one in